Still waiting on everyone else in the house, Rowena let herself take in the interior of the house a bit more. It reminded her of her own home. A simple three-story house. nothing incredibly grand but nicely decorated. She remembered her room, painted with forget-me-nots and the occasional bumblebee, the large window looking out onto a sweet neighborhood. She remembered that it smelled often of her mother's baking and her step-father's cologne. Now that house was broken, had probably been raided more than once and contained a dead, decomposing body. It made Rowena sigh as she stared out into the room. Though she snapped out of her thoughts when the man from earlier, the one who'd attempted to pet Themistocles, smiled at her. For a minute or so, she didn't know how to react, surprised by the action. She was about to say something but then he was getting up and stumbling slightly, making Rowena wince in sympathy. The position he'd been in didn't exactly look terribly comfortable and she could only sympathize with the hell his body was giving him. About to offer her hands, maybe to help work any kinks or tension out of his neck, Rowena made another attempt to speak, only to have it thwarted again by words she didn't understand.
"Pardon?" She asked, cocking her head and taking a step forward, for maybe she'd heard the man wrong. But no, a minute later he did seem to be clarifying that he'd been saying good morning. The woman smiled, her mood considerably bettered by this little acknowledgment of a complete stranger. As he moved, she watched him do so, her gaze drifting comfortably past his hips and further down. Not bad. Not bad at all.
She looked up quickly as he opened the tuna, the smell not unfamiliar but definitely new compared to the cans of soup and pasta she'd been eating. The woman was hungry, but not hungry enough to ask for food right now, so she just nodded as he said something about it being bright. "That it is, yes. It's a good thing! Sun's shining...perhaps it'll be a good day today. At least a little bit better than the last, yeah?" Rowena said, finding that being optimistic never hurt her. And who knew? She could be right. They could stumble upon a heap of supplies.
"Pardon?" She asked, cocking her head and taking a step forward, for maybe she'd heard the man wrong. But no, a minute later he did seem to be clarifying that he'd been saying good morning. The woman smiled, her mood considerably bettered by this little acknowledgment of a complete stranger. As he moved, she watched him do so, her gaze drifting comfortably past his hips and further down. Not bad. Not bad at all.
She looked up quickly as he opened the tuna, the smell not unfamiliar but definitely new compared to the cans of soup and pasta she'd been eating. The woman was hungry, but not hungry enough to ask for food right now, so she just nodded as he said something about it being bright. "That it is, yes. It's a good thing! Sun's shining...perhaps it'll be a good day today. At least a little bit better than the last, yeah?" Rowena said, finding that being optimistic never hurt her. And who knew? She could be right. They could stumble upon a heap of supplies.